SCENE XI.
Drahomir. Prince. Finally Jozwowicz.
Prince (rushing in).—She has tormented me until now. Good gracious!
Ah, it is you, Drahomir.
Drahomir.—Yes, prince. Who tormented you?
Prince.—The Countess Miliszewski. My dear boy, how can he be a member of parliament when he is so densely stupid!
Drahomir.—It is true.
Prince.—Don't you see! And then she proposed to marry him to Stella.
The idea! She is already betrothed. But of course they did not know.
Drahomir.—How did you get rid of her?
Prince.—The doctor helped me out. Jozwowicz is a smart man—he has more intelligence than all of us together.
Drahomir.—It is true.
Prince.—But you, Drahomir, you are smart also, are you not?
Drahomir.—How can I either affirm or deny? But Jozwowicz is very intelligent, that much is certain.
Prince.—Yes. I do not like him, and I am afraid of him and I am fond of him, but I tell you I could not live without him.
Drahomir.—He is an honest man, too.
Prince.—Honest? Very well, then, but you are better because you are not a democrat. Drahomir, I love you. Stella, I love him—Ah! She is not here.
Drahomir.—Thank you, prince.
Prince.—If I had another daughter, I would—well—
Drahomir.—Prince, pray do not speak that way. (Aside) I must run away.
Prince.—Come, have a cigar with me. We will call the others and have a talk. Jozwowicz! Pretwic!
Doctor (entering).—What are your orders, Your Highness?
Prince.—You, Robespièrre, come and have a cigar. Thank you, my boy.
You have rid me of the countess.
Doctor.—I will send for Pretwic, and we will join you. (He rings the bell. A servant comes in—the prince and Drahomir go out.) Ask Mr. Pretwic to come here. (The servant goes out.)
Doctor (alone).—Anton was right. I am helping along the logic. But I do not like the sap—because I am accustomed to break. (Pretwic enters.)